Post by ANNIE COLLEEN MILLER on May 24, 2012 18:42:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] that's why she sleeps with one eye open i slipped my hand under her skirt i said don't worry it's not gonna hurt oh my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt that's why you sleep with one eye open that's the price you pay i said hey girl with one eye get your filthy fingers out of my pie i said hey girl with one eye - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'll cut your little heart out 'cos you made me cry “Sun, surf and sand.” Annie agreed in a murmur, flipping idly through her order pad. “That’s what brings most people here.” She didn’t want to spoil it or anything by admitting that when you were around it all the time, the whole thing sort of lost it’s appeal. Annie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to the beach and she lived right near it. She couldn’t remember the last time the sun had been anything but to a nuisance to her. The mere thought of heat right now made her scowl – her sun burn was still raw, tingling, and she could still feel yesterday’s heat soaked through her skin. The girl started going through the whole film synopsis. Annie was still struggling a little with the accent. She kept missing the odd word, and having to decide the meaning of the sentence based on context alone. She nodded a couple of times throughout the speech, but couldn’t think of much to say, other than a strange, mildly bitter comment about how she wished it were so God damn easy for poor families to solve all their monetary woes. She restrained herself on the grounds that the girl didn’t write the script, and she was probably still too young to be totally socially conscious of the world around her. And it was only a movie, anyway. “Well that just sounds lovely. I’ll keep an eye out for it.” “For Chrissake, stop gabbing Annie! Table two!” The third and – something told her – final yell from the kitchen hatch. Annie rolled her eyes briefly skyward, then snapped out of her casual stance and back to a more purposeful one. “Well I’ll just go and get your order for you, okay? Shouldn’t be too long.” She said to the girl, then turned, shouting back in the direction of the kitchen as she hurried towards it, “Shut your God damn mouth, Juan! I’m coming!” She worked quickly from then on, conscious of the ever-looming end of her shift. The minutes ticking away with satisfying speed. She disappeared out back and clocked out about two minutes early, considering her skipped break, and in the back room changed out of her uniform and into her street clothes. The uniform was horrible and tacky – cut off shorts and a tank top with the diner logo emblazoned gaudily over the breast – and it was a relief to be back in slightly more modest clothes of her own choosing. She headed back through the kitchen and towards the main part of the diner, removing the cigarette from behind her ear as she went and fiddling with it with clear anticipation as she walked. “Annie! On your way out – your little famous friend at table six!” Another shout. Annie paused, tucked the cigarette back behind her ear and about-turned. She marched back towards the hatch, thrust one hand through, middle-finger up, then leant back and started stacking up the immense order of plates, bowls and cups in her grasp. She hurried back towards the table where the little girl was sat, conscious of the precarious balance of the meal, and began setting down plates with delirious imprecision – practically dropping most of them. Clumsy now, towards the end of a long shift. “There we go, honey. Anything else I can get you?” She asked – forgetting for a second that she was on her way out, instinct taking over. note -- sorry, this was a really bad post! haha. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY THE LUDES |
